English poem
PSALM LII. Common Metre. The disappointment of the wicked
by Anonymous
Why should the mighty make their boast, And heavenly grace despise? In their own arm they put their trust, And fill their mouth with lies.
But God in vengeance shall destroy, And drive them from his face; No more shall they his church annoy, Nor find on earth a place.
But like a cultur'd olive grove, Dress'd in immortal green, Thy children, blooming in thy love, Amid thy courts are seen.
On thine eternal grace, O Lord, Thy saints shall rest secure, And all, who trust thy holy word, Shall find salvation sure.
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